This one goes out to everyone powering through a seemingly unending home working setup, whilst having to share with others who are perhaps less understanding.
Yes, I’m talking about our pets.
It starts innocently enough, like this:
Discovering that the traditional ‘chair hop’ approach wasn’t getting perhaps the desired result, Squeak starts trying on some new moves. Well, I say new moves, it involves her sticking her bum in my face and using my torso as a multi-level way to easily climb down.
Then all hell breaks loose.
This continuously carries on until, weeks and weeks later, I’m tipped over the edge of breaking point.
She’s totally the only reason I’ve started taking to wearing a dressing gown around the house all day. Nope, sure as heck nothing to do with anything else, I’m as sane as a…drain?
(Oh, and before you ask, I have no idea what I say at the end either. Let’s just settle with ‘generic old woman grumblings’.)
So, to ensure any work gets done we’re had to reach an uneasy compromise. It looks something like this.
FYI if anyone is on the receiving end of a questionable email or ‘jdfsklfdivl’ (or similar); the cat made me do it.
That said, I am becoming increasingly aware of how much sensitive information my cat has access to.
She’s also taken to passing judgement it, too.
If looks could provide constructive feedback…
As home working is likely to be a major factor in working life both now and possibly into the longer term, Squeak and I are just going to have to work things out between us. Not that I’m comparing a family pet to that of a human child, but I’ve discovered this tactic of distraction (using a personal laptop) works surprisingly well.
(Just sayin’)
And if all else fails? Well, if you can’t beat them…
…Turn them into free blog/social media content.
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